By the light of a dwindling candle, an aged man is busy writing on an oaken desk. There are no windows or alternate sources of light, and yet he is working as if he were outside in the day. Although the lighting is poor, it cannot hide the lustre of his golden hair lined with silver, or the cool of his grey eyes. His black robes are embroidered with golden thread, creating runes that seemingly glow on his shadow-cast figure. While extravagant, it is in no way an exaggeration of his authority or his might. Even insects and small critters dare not approach his imposing form. A silver quill is in his muscular hand, and although a single error would spoil his work, he is writing with such fluidity and pose that even the most experienced scholars would be in awe. Incredibly, he is only half aware of his actions as the lines are already formed in his heart. The rest of his attention is being spent on future plans, all for the sake of his beloved god. Continue reading
We tried to be reasonable… We tried to be good… But it seems we can’t escape this bloodstained fate. In truth, we were afraid of confronting our inner demons and tried hiding behind the memory of Tyler Suesa. We kept rejecting the darkness in our hearts when in reality they were the truest remnant of our past life. Continue reading
It’s halfway into the night and the liberation of Kasseus village is finally complete. After Enbos singlehandedly decimated most of the enemies’ number, all that was left were a dozen or so cultists scattered throughout the village. The cultists soon surrendered, although they were almost killed out of vengeance by their former captives. With great difficulty, I managed to persuade the villagers to entrust their fates to the Order of Holy Knights. It is not their right to punish captured heretics, and as uneasy it is to admit, this situation calls for the Order’s expertise. But until I can contact the Church of Eden, all I can do is tend to the wellbeing of everybody here.
… What happened? How did things turn out like this?
After celebrating the end of the cursed quest and enjoying a few drinks, Norf and I returned to our rooms to settle our heads. I don’t remember much after that, but next thing I knew, I was being carried by several people out of a cell(?). My thoughts were still in disarray and my eyes were heavy, so everything had a dream-like quality. However, it wasn’t long before a surge of excruciating pain ran up my arm, forcing me to wake from the dream and into the nightmare.
“Damn it, one of them just set fire to a building!
“They don’t have enough people to fight it! If this goes badly, we could lose the village!”
“W-what should we do? Should we help the others draw water from the well?”
“We can’t very well leave our posts. Somebody needs to stay behind.”
“Then go, you guys. I’ll stay behind to watch over the prisoners.”
“God bless you, sister. Now, let’s go!”
“Search the room! They couldn’t have vanished into thin air!”
“There’s nothing, George! The cellar is empty!”
“Wait, look! The brickwork over here has collapsed! They must have used earth magic to dig their way out!”
“Curses! Spread out around the inn and hunt them down! With an injured companion weighing them down, they can’t be far! Deliver them to our Lord!”
“What about the two we caught?”
“Throw them with the others. They’ll make fine sacrifices for His Holiness.”
“Of course, George. For Maleosis!”
Determined not to let the heathens escape, all the cultists storm out of the cellar. All except one. Continue reading
“Ow, ow, ow…”
“Are you alright, Minna?”
“Ugh, it feels as if my head is splitting apart.”
“Here, let me heal you. <Soothe Pain>.”
“… Thank you, Lili. That really helps.”
“You’re always welcome, Minna. It seems all that alcohol is taking effect.”
“I swear I didn’t drink that much, but I guess it’s a stronger brew than the last. I can only imagine the agony that’s in store for Sen and Norf. They didn’t hold back with the free liquor at all.”
“Heaven have mercy on them. I’ll be sure to check on the two later.”